Wednesday, December 06, 2006

Teachers ~~ anna hood ~~

He taught her his language.
She learned his words
her mouth full
of them breaking
her teeth as she swallowed.

Later, choking shame
them clicking
pictures a blood shot
bullseye right between
her legs
her shattered battered head
combing – my God!
swabbing scraping
not even whispering
‘a few tests for venereal disease

‘I’d have fought;
why didn’t you fight?
her mother.
Her friend,
‘I’d have screamed
Did you scream?’
as he held the knife at her throat.
Then the police: ‘well how?
and did you?
are you sure?
have you ever?'

Her man couldn’t touch her.
He’d pat her thin shaky self
like an old hound or brush
her cheek with a cold
hard mouth.
One day he left
‘Can’t deal with it.’ Him
whole as he could be left her
tipping off balance.

Chained days turn
into weeks into months
shackled between walls of
whys without answers.
A trembling branch
against a three o’clock window
can shake her world, race
her heart, flood
her face, her nightgown
with salt, her skin
pale as wet tissues.

He still thinks of her.

She knows.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Dark, powerful, intense, disturbing...for one this isn't about something I wrote! This is, excuse the pun, bloody brilliant and more deserving of a bigger audience than the blogosphere can/will provide you!

1:41 PM  
Blogger anna said...

thanks lehane for the great comment!

2:23 PM  
Blogger Roberta said...


(even if my guts are wrenching)


Publish a poetry book. NOW!

3:39 PM  
Blogger Susan Abraham said...

Hi Anna,
Lehane is absolutely right.
You really should publish a chapbook.
You have real talent.
And Anna, i'm happy to see you writing your poetry or 'ditties' as you call them, industriously again.
lots of love & kisses too

10:01 PM  
Blogger anna said...

thanks Roberta and Susan!
but what the hell is a chapbook
and way easier said than done about getting a book published
Especially poetry. Maybe someday.
Big HUGS for thinking my stuff is good enough

5:13 AM  
Blogger Bernita said...

Your stuff is more than good enough, Anna.
That poem expresses and confirms why I believe some people should just be taken out and shot...and then buried under the asphalt at the crossroads.

5:56 AM  
Blogger anna said...

'believe some people should just be taken out and shot...and then buried under the asphalt at the crossroads'
or maybe left hanging for the
scavengers hah!
thanks as always Bernita

6:37 AM  
Blogger Saaleha said...

Wow! That was gut wrenching, painful, but wonderful. I agree with everyone. These deserve a book.

10:13 PM  
Blogger anna said...

thanks so much for taking the time
Saaleha; I appreciate it so much!!!
as for a book I am much too lazy to shop it around (g)

9:53 AM  
Blogger jason evans said...

I feel the horrendous impossibility of the situation. Her pain, and his inability to endure the change in her. The pain spirals, and your last lines stab all the deeper, because these people know it all was a violence thrust upon them, and they were not responsible. But they suffer nonetheless.

You seriously should at least submit to the poetry-minded literary magazines. I agree, poetry publishing is very hard, but still, there must be opportunities.

2:30 PM  
Blogger anna said...

Jason, what a wonderfully
thought out response.
Yes the poem is meant to illustrate, mostly the fear that lasts forever for the rape victim.
The shame and the question did she do something to bring it on herself. Why didn't she scream? fight?
thanks again!!

3:44 PM  

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